Chapter 91
Dames sat in front of Felicity, practically bouncing with excitement. “Flick! You’re the best brother I could ever have! I used to dream about Dad taking me to a race, but I never thought it would actually happen!”
He pouted, then added, “You’re a million times cooler than that country bumpkin!”
Felicity couldn’t help but burst out laughing, her smile reaching all the way to her
eyes.
“Did you know your mom’s been getting roasted online?” she teased.
Dames quickly corrected her, “That woman isn’t my mom anymore.”
Felicity’s grin only widened.
Dames’s curiosity was piqued. “Why are people attacking her?”
“Selene cheated to win first place in the math competition prelims,” Felicity explained, pulling out her phone. “Now people online have found out her score was fake! With her abilities, there’s no way she could have gotten first.”
She scrolled through Twitter, intending to read Dames some of the nastier comments about Selene, but the top trending topic made her pause: “Selene’s Ex–Husband.”
She tapped on the hashtag, and as she scrolled through the comments, her smile faded.
One after another, the same influencers who had accused Selene of cheating were now posting apologies, admitting they’d been wrong about her.
Felicity searched for other popular comments about Selene. Half were gushing about her looks; the other half were expressing sympathy for her, blaming her “petty” ex–husband for all her trouble.
Felicity’s breath caught–her hand trembled as she gripped her phone.
“Flick?” Dames’s voice was timid. He’d never seen Felicity look so furious; her glare was so intense, it seemed like she might leap through the phone and start a fight.
Suddenly, Felicity snapped out of it and flashed a dazzling smile. “Tell me, Dames–do you think your mom is prettier, or am I?”
Dames froze for a second. Felicity’s expression soured immediately.
“Flick is the prettiest!” he blurted.
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Satisfied, Felicity relaxed a little.
She set her phone aside and turned to him. “Let’s stop talking about her. Tell me–do you want to try riding the bike yourself?”
Dames’s eyes went wide with excitement. “Really? I can actually ride it? But the handlebars are so heavy…”
Felicity thumped her chest. “With Flick here, what’s there to worry about? We’ll ride together, and once we’re cruising steady, you can take the handlebars. It’ll feel like you’re flying!”
Dames could hardly contain himself. “Yes! Yes! Let’s do it!”
No one in the world was better to him than Felicity.
She let him try everything, encouraged him to be brave, unlike that uptight woman from the countryside who was always telling him what not to do.
Ever since that woman left the Vaughn family, Felicity had been sneaking Dames out of school to ride motorbikes, to chase the rush and thrill of speed.
She even took him to bars, let him have a drink.
Felicity taught him how to fight, too. Dames thought that was the coolest thing ever–he was determined to get good at it, so he could finally beat Daph.
Felicity raced her motorbike down the highway, another bike riding right alongside
her.
A third bike had a camera rigged to it, filming Felicity and Dames the whole way.
When they hit sixty miles an hour, Felicity told Dames, seated right in front of her, to grab the handlebars and take control.
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(Dangerous behavior alert: This is fiction inspired by real viral videos of kids riding e–bikes at high speeds. Please, do not attempt or imitate.)
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